Wrestling with my sister_(1)

High school is a very memorable time. Everyone has that one story from high school. The one story that they still dream about, that they look back on and just smile. My high school nostalgia, however, is totally different than most people’s high school past.

It was about half way through the year and it was wrestling season. Wrestling to me was the greatest thing on earth. I loved it. It was a sport about two men in physical combat trying to prove they are better than the other. There is no one to blame for your mistakes besides you. Granted some of the moves in wrestling did look a little gay but if you ever wrestled, you know it is anything but. I was on the JV team in the 150 pound weight class. I was about 5’-11”, short dirty blonde hair and was in good shape. I was not what one would call ripped but I also was no way considered fat or skinny. I was an athletic boy still growing into himself. I had muscles and could lift twice my weight, almost, the definition just didn’t kick in yet. I was waiting in my sister’s car waiting for her to drive me to school. It took about a half hour to get to school and school started at 8:00. It was 7:25 now. Finally she comes out and walking nonchalantly to her car. My sister, Julia, was around 5’-8” 110 -120 pounds (I can never guess a girls weight right, because of their tits), long beach blonde hair (she got that from mom), my friends wouldn’t let forget about her big boobs and her plump ass. Long story short she was you’re typical girl next door blonde bombshell who was also a cheerleader. She came out in her short cheerleader skirt and cut-off top that looked like a bra on her. I didn’t know how she did it in this cold weather. That’s another thing I like about wresting, it’s indoors. A controlled environment. She gets in the car.

“Finally”.

She sticks her tongue out at me and started driving to school. My sister and I have always been close, even with her being 2 years older than me. Despite the age difference you could barely separate us for more than a few hours. My parents run a locally famous coffee shop that they make us work at but only during the summer. They don’t want us to get distracted form our schoolwork or our sports. So they don’t get home till late, apparently people like coffee at all the times of the day. Even when they are home, their bedroom and bathroom are downstairs. My sister and I have our bedrooms and bathroom upstairs. Separating our rooms is an extra room that we have our TV and X-BOX up there. So for the most of the time we just stay up there. Out parents nicknamed it “The Den” We usually sit on the couch and watch chick flicks. Yeah I watch chick flicks, so what they’re funny.

On the ride to school Julia cranked up the heat, obviously cold in her cheerleading outfit. I was dying from the heat in my warm-ups, which were sweatpants, a t-shirt and a hoodie. I didn’t mind though, sweating meant more weight off so I could make my weight class. “You nervous” Julia asked me. This was the first wrestling meet of the season. Usually JV wrestlers didn’t matter but I was different. Or should I say who was above me was different. Butch Clark a three-time state champion and the team captain.